Kidnapped again

Leo landed the helicopter in some park. We went out to Fifth Avenue.

"Somewhere around here was a good bar, where fortified wine was served," Leo said looking around.

We walked down the avenue and offered random passers-by to buy cheap heroin. Everyone was refusing this profitable trade.

"Looks like this bar is around the corner," Leo said, but as he turned there, his head was on the pavement from the hard punch, and someone unseen dragged him further around the corner.

"Maybe he met his old friends!" I thought running away in opposite direction.

And suddenly I saw a white limousine, Shushert was sitting in it. His face glowed with pleasure.

"Hey Shushert! I heard you get hold of beer," I called out to him. "Let's fly to you, drink beer and play ladder!"

From somewhere below, from the third base, Helen Rothschild jumped out.

"Nonsense! We're going to Duchess Camilla's ball!" She exclaimed.

"Helen is right," Shushert said, catching his breath. "Get in, we'll go to the ball at first, and then we'll borrow Helen's plane and fly to Iraq to polish with beer."